Heading back to church today was an interesting experience. The setting, the people and the environment was familiar, but I seemed changed. My mind was looking out for the youths and kids back home in Singapore, hoping to see their faces, and slowly the ones before me began to seem so distant.
Of course the usual hi’s and how-are-you’s were exchanged. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t until Tiffy offered me a full hug that I realised that I was a member of two different places. A full member, not merely a sojourner. I had affected them as much as they had me, and there was a bond that would remain regardless of time or distance.
Like I mentioned before, a hug is still an alien form of expression for me in many ways, but I am thankful for the reattachment it offered me today.
Well, I have problems being the recipient of a hug, especially from a female, as well.
Sigh.
*laughs* you're not alone DW. I can't for the life of me figure out where to put my arms...
Er... I have not gone to that stage yet... but I defintely can relate to that.
*smile*
I've only hugged two females in my life. Left my hands dangling a bit... :P
on our backs. upper. not lower. no caressing, just place it, and no tight squeezing unless you know her well. or would risk a tight slap. :P
that's as far as i'd go (or allow) in sg anyway.